Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, I wanna stay calm cause I'm about to rip this When the mic is gripped my do split up like from Vietnam
'Cause I'm sweet, neat, I don't or skinteet Lyrics I lick my tongue And rhymes I with my teeth lyrical prophet you can't stop this from the West Indies
You can tell I'm a lyrical prophet from the spoken and broken up In these books and that I unfold The knowledge I use does me bold The in my system
Converts itself and wisdom Born in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of pan and Calypso Cyop is a buck and a buck is a That's the real thing and a natural fact
This lyrical man you can't hold me From the red, the white, and the black Island, which is my land, my place of You can tell by the that's swung
And the lyrical in me verse So all MC's don't cross this 'Cause by now you should sort of Lyrically wise but now I
All that's out of order Don't try to any of the Schnickens 'Cause I'm not done with the boxin' The and the lickin'
the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
You two-facety, you face me And my you'll bite and learn Soon you'll acknowledge my substance just like a bookworm Chip FU, then you will extend and show all the them
That me big 'boutcha under and culture And the bad in the pen Because when I the mic (Yes, man) All MC's they do stop yes and
Any mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I With these lyrical of such And if I do unleash a masterpiece Lyrics never cease, a piece I'll unleash and make it brief
Please bite yes or thief C H I P FU is my name, it will just the same Give me any mic on stage in a rage I'll And drop rhymes just the
for quote, note for note, did you comprehend So jack it up and it up operator and come again 'Cause MC's try these raps and sound like wanna-be's
But a not what I want to be See the have to be The true prophets Free to preach FU-Schnick
We thee untouchable, matchable, stoppable MC's for Me, a Rastafarian, no not me but I do I'm not faking Jamaican, so all MC's you run Because Mr. Chip FU man a
And me sitdong pon de riddim sitdong de vibes A de don True me full up a style and me wicked and With peer pattern watch how me it in a verb
And capsize it in a Uno better I and I respect this Trinidadian I come out
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
Phenomenon one, phenomenon two, three Come me POC FU's the rough-neck and I'm the wild Apache See I'm the C the H the I the P
with the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G The M the O, yes and the C And the M the I the C is in my H the A-N-D I preach and teach and educate all youth about unity
But wait, let me get set not to But to get something All come out with good styles And all of them do sound
But ring the alarm and stay calm Because I won't These lyrical styles I compile To preach and teach and educate me, a new jack (Who's that)
When you were at the parties rapping and I did a chat On tape, on tape and cassette, you'll hear me live and Yes and who never me yet when you hear my voice it's perfect So just pack up your lyrics are weak when you speak
Don't step so just back up, wake up, off the make-up The mic I'll break up MC's from limb, slim me trim You see me, I don't follow no style and I don't follow no
So take head to this lesson I or the lesson I brought Which was taught to one and All slack better ring the alarm In words, run for cover